Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I ran my hand over her body, appreciating every little curve of her form, sliding across her taut tummy, then down. I let my thumb dip, teasing her clit as I bucked harder, harder. I could feel my balls slowly beginning to tighten, my loins on fire as I approached my climax. I wanted so bad to blow my load, but I was committed to making her cum first. Or cum right with me.

“Cum on my dick,” I commanded her. “Cum on it just like you should’ve years ago,” I said in a husky voice, so rough and full of lust.

She let loose such a moan at the touch, her entire body bucking against me, and her heat only growing at my words. She could barely keep her eyes opened, but she wanted so badly to watch as I impaled her sweet little pussy again and again.

“Oh God,” she hissed once more, grabbing her breast so hard that flesh dimpled between her fingers, her lips trembling. “God, I want you to knock me up,” she groaned, and those words made her quiver even harder. Apparently they’d sent a prominent jolt of excitement through her, since she didn’t stop.

“Just breed me like some dumb slut,” she gasped, and another jolt went through her, making her hips buck. “Make me yours.”

Her enthusiasm – her raw vulgarity – did me in. Oh sure, I had started it, tipped her over the edge with my own dirty talk, but hearing her reciprocate? I lost it. I hammered into her, pounded her body as I let loose such a loud roar of desire. My balls unleashed a fiery pleasant sensation, travelling up my thick, pulsating shaft until I was shooting my thick, creamy load of virile seed deep into her.

“Take it,” I told her amid my bucking, my hard body tensing and clenching, muscles twitching. I was shooting my cum deep into her as I worked her clit with my thumb so desperately. I needed her to cum with me, wanted it so bad…

“My little knocked up movie star slut,” I called her upon my groaning, satisfied voice.

And those words, more than anything, got her to that explosive tipping point. She didn’t hold back, wasn’t a meek little mouse squeaking out her pleasure. Nor was she the all seductive moans and groans as she was on the movie screen.

No, instead, she was shrieking and writhing, her hair a mess and her face contorted and red.

She wasn’t holding anything back, not at all, as she gushed along my dick.

That warm flood of feminine honey across my dick, and running on down over my balls, was so satisfying. Nothing between us, nothing separating our pleasure, nothing in the way. Just my dick, blasting her fertile womb with my cum.

Ohh, it was so very sweet. The finest moment in my life, better than making the bar, getting promoted at my firm, or winning a big case. Much better than any time I’d fucked a woman before.

I rocked my hips, milking out every last drop of my cum into her depths as I groaned, reaching a hand up to grasp at her breast and fondle it affectionately.

“Good girl,” I husked, then repeated it. My hard body glistening before her gaze with a light sheen of perspiration.

She whimpered and writhed, her mind emptied of all thoughts as she stared in a blissful daze. Her beautiful lips were parted, her hips still grinding against me as little panted breaths escaped her, making her breast jiggle in my hand as her pussy twitched against my sensitive, spent dick.

We went again, and drank wine until we passed out in a sweaty heap at some point during the night. I awoke the next day, the two of us nude, and laying in bed with the sheets an utter mess. But there she was still… sound asleep and so ravishing.

She wouldn’t be staying much longer, but I knew I had to have her more. She was flying out that very day, off to another movie shoot. And I wanted to leave her with that baby in her belly.

I brushed the hair back from her lovely face, and very gingerly – without waking her – I turned her onto her back, and very softly parted her legs. She was damp, I felt it right away as I cupped her sex. And I wasted no time.

I got up, rock hard with my morning wood, and got between her thighs.

I moved so slow, pressed to her so gently, she didn’t wake up until I was already pressing down into her and moaning hoarsely.

“Ah,” she whimpered, not having expected to wake up to a cock impaling her, taking her already in her groggy state, and though she tensed for a second, she instantly stilled. The room stank of sex, her body laced with my scent, and she pressed her firm loins towards me.

“Alex,” she groaned, without even opening her eyes, and already her body was slickening further for me, responding in such a lewd manner.

“I’m going to knock you up before you leave this room,” I pledged to her, my voice raw and rough in my early morning state. It added an edge to my words, making them so much harsher, more commanding.

My hands grasped her legs, fingers sinking into her soft thigh flesh as I began to pump. I stuffed her tight cunt full of my cock, again and again, stretching out her narrow little canal as I moved, making the bed creak beneath us with the motions.

“My sweet lil’ Clarissa,” I husked appreciatively, the smacks of our bodies together rising up higher, higher.

She moaned such a beautiful little song, her voice almost purring from the sleep.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her back arching as she lifted her hips towards me, making me hit her so deeply with that stiff wood. “Fuck, yes.”

She must have been sore, that pretty little pussy red and swollen, but she didn’t act like it. She was too lusty for me, desperate to take my cock.

I didn’t take it easy on her, I gave it to her with all I got, pounding her. Wanting to make her remember her time with me for as long as possible, make the sting of our long, repeated rutting linger in her mind as she found out she was pregnant. Make my breeding of her a mark on her flesh as well as her life.